June 29, 2007
Started thinking about the topic of looking for good memories, so I thought of my first art lessons. Actually, my very first was learning oil painting from a neighbor. Still have the landscape on canvas board somewhere. Then at the Art Student’s League children’s class, it was the first time in a classroom situation where I felt I was treated with kindness like an adult, not talked down to. The best: the class’ first showing in the little gallery on the same floor. I was especially proud of one particular still life; the wicker-covered wine bottle was very good.